——Try it!

Two short words, but they struck a heavy chord in her heart.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her whose cheeks were slightly red because he had practiced dual martial arts.

She suddenly raised her hand and touched his face.

Caress him quietly and look at him quietly.

Don't call her naive, she admires him more and more now.

It's not the kind of respect a fan has for an idol, but the respect a martial soul master has for a strong person.

She carefully looked at every corner of his facial features, like a wife who tenderly wants to imprint her husband deeply in her heart.

He held her hand tightly, his dark eyes shining like the light of a lake.

Then, she withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and took his sword.

She filtered the moves he just waved in front of her one by one in her mind.

She did all her moves very well, but she couldn't exert the same power as him.

She was unwilling to do it again and again.

But failed again and again.

The sword became heavier and heavier in her hand.

Beads of sweat streaked down her face from her forehead, down her thin white neck and into her clothes.

Seeing how hard she was practicing, he suddenly came over, hugged her from behind and said, "We won't practice anymore, we won't practice anymore."

She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were red because of her failure.

Then he kicked the pebbles at his feet hard and said, "Come again."

"Not coming." He locked her in his arms with all his strength, letting her feel his worries with his heart.

But now she seemed to be possessed by a ghost, and she couldn't calm herself down.

Liu Ye's eyebrows were deeply knitted, with traces of stubbornness and determination locked between her eyebrows.

He whispered in her ear: "Practitioners must be calm. Otherwise, not only will they not be able to master a special skill, but they will also become obsessed with it."

She turned back with a stubborn look on her face: "Then what should I do? Is it because I am not suitable for the sword, or the sword is not suitable for me."

"None of them." He shook his head.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Maybe..." Before he could finish his words, her whole body was filled with wisps of white light.

In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into his arms.

He didn't stop anymore, because her disappearance meant that someone had entered the dungeon.

He must rush back and take a look.

****

When she opened her eyes again, she was back to her original place - the dungeon.

The burning breath came from outside the dungeon.

Several guards holding torches lined up on the left and right sides of the dungeon passage.

The footsteps that followed were slow and regular.

Lying on the wooden bed, Ye Zhikuang took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions.

Does she know what she's about to face?

What arrived was Baili Qinghong, who was wearing light purple clothes.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly came to the cell door and his eyes fell deeply on the woman who was still lying on the wooden bed.

He turned back, looked at Nie Wuli, and asked, "Are you really willing to let me take this woman away?"

"Don't you need an experimental subject?" Nie Wuli raised his eyebrows, and his dark eyes fell on Ye Zhikuang: "She will be very suitable for you."

Ye Zhikuang turned his head quietly and looked at Nie Wuli.

And a cold light flashed across her eyes quickly.

Nie Wuli laughed softly and said, "Ye Zhikuang, it's still too late for you to regret it now."
Chapter completed!